Sun of the First Day a Translation of Rabindranath Tagore
Sun of the first day
A clueless question had
On the eve of the germination of life. New.
"Who are you?"
Met no answer.
Years after years passed by,
The last sun of the day,
uttered the last question,
along the western sea shore,
twilight dusk, lost in silence,
"Who are you?"
Met no answer.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2022
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